For now nothing reallygirly. White cotton panties and a tight fitting sports bra then just myold jeans and a sweater. This was the psychiatrists advic..., give me timeto adjust to female clothing. Mum insisted on putting some mascara andlip gloss on my face to make me presentable. I slipped my feet into somesneakers and off we went back to my homeI had two weeks in which to fully recover from my transformation andadjust to being the new me before reporting for duty in Paris at theFashion House.. "I thanked her and walked over to the cabin. I stuck my head in the door and said, "I was told there was some sexy girls workin' around here, anybody seen 'em?"They both shrieked and pulled me inside and closed the door. Then I was attacked with kisses."We've missed you so much and we're so glad to see you," Sally said."And besides that, we are both really horny," Bridget put in."Now I can't believe that. It's only been a bit better than a week. Ya'all can't be that horny." If you stand still. She watched blearily as Jared drew his hand from the base to the tip of his length, gathering all the mess in his hand. It stunned her, perhaps more than the face-fucking, when he planted his palm gently in her face and slithered it all over her from forehead to mouth, smearing her with her own drool. She spat and spluttered, staring up at him in renewed astonishment at his effrontery. Jesus, he was fucking laughing again. “That make you mad? Did it, Miss Steele? Tell me.” “Yes,” she muttered. ”“He invited us to dinner.”“We’ll do that. Let’s go get Pickles home, then we have this task...”“You don’t want me to follow you in my car?”She smiled. “Nope. Want to make sure YOU show up...”“I’m never leaving you again, Gee.”“Not after we’re married,” she said. “It’s a dream. Tell me it’s not a dream, Josh.”“It’s not a dream, Gee...” I glanced at the back seat, piled with clothes. “You’re serious, too, I see.”“Of course. We’ll clear my apartment out this week.”“Birth certificate?”Giggle..